Celestial Beauty
October aches to be transposed onto paper,Time again.
Best-in-Show leaves lurch at the window sill,
Perch and pose. Garish and confident.
The sun struggles with the horizon,
And ambers the landscape's edge
In bronze shafts of fury.
A golden complexion
Worth engineering into ink.
But my hand weights against the smooth blue stokes
Of untainted notebook paper,
Weary with season.
Withered with weather.
I glance at you.
Kneading an orange in your palm,
Your eyes scrolling Sunday's paper.
The white arcs of your fingernails seem to revolve around the tangerine sphere,
Illuminating it, like the many moons of Jupiter.
Your gold tinted eyelashes
Spread like a crescent moon sliver
Over the soft pink palate of your cheek.
The olive ocean green of your iris,
Lurches in rhythmic waves
Against the sagging sandy skin beneath.
Evening gusts
Rattle the pane with jealousy
As you polarize my pen with your
Celestial Beauty.
Poetry by Shawn Monahan
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Written on 2008-02-02 at 21:29
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